Niall Horan Fanfiction
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de•lin•quent
/typically of a young person showing or characterized by a tendency to commit crimes, small and large/
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"You think this boy actually cares? He's a delinquent, he's got tattoos and probably kills people for a...
I dreaded school today, something so unlikely for me.
Yes, I'm still at Niall's house. Yes, I'm all alone. Yes, I know that I don't like it.
I was currently getting ready for school, since it was now Monday.
Sliding on my outfit, I looked at myself in Niall's full length mirror.
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Charlottes Outfit^
I look alright today.
Sighing, I made my way to his bathroom and put on a minimal amount of makeup.
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Today was a very interesting day. Between the sympathetic stares and discourteous glares, just made me wanna crawl in a corner and cry. But, I put on a fake smile and helped everyone I could, while being the sweet and innocent teenager I am.
Right now, I was ready to get back to Niall's house and read the book I got from the school atheneum.
Reading relieves stress, right?
- N i a l l
Jail has been a living hell. It sucked that I had to be here for three more months.
What was the worst thing was that I no one to talk or interact with. Sure, I was muscular and scary-looking, but I just didn't fit in with the other tattooed criminals in this jailed department.
Most of the time, I kept to myself.
My fellow inmates started calling me,'Noiseless Niall', which was kind of rude in my opinion. But, I'm rude all the time, so I shouldn't really be talking.
I climbed up onto my bed in my empty cell. The officers gave me a cell by myself, so I guess that was good.
I grabbed the notepad and pen from the corner of my bed and began to write.
